Post by jumpstart on Apr 24, 2020 6:58:03 GMT
i hate proboards coding and yet.
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[until i've remembered how to pb code, have some old codes i've dug out of archives for proof i could, once upon a time. note: i've half-heartedly fixed-up some of the coding for these templates. they are not the same as they originally were if you've seen them before. [break][break][break]
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[googlefont="Open Sans Condensed:700"]
[newclass=".myplot"]width: 315px;[/newclass]
[newclass=".containgirls"]width: 642px; display: grid; grid-template-columns: 1fr 1fr; grid-gap: 5px; margin: auto;[/newclass]
[newclass=".girlnames"]display: grid; grid-template-columns: auto 70px; grid-gap: 5px; width:315px;border:2px solid #0D0D0D;height:70px;overflow:hidden;[/newclass]
[newclass=".myscroll"]height: 200px; padding-right: 5px; overflow: auto;[/newclass]
[newclass=".myscroll::-webkit-scrollbar]width: 5px; background: transparent; border: 0px;[/newclass]
[newclass=".myscroll::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background: #0D0D0D;[/newclass]
[newclass=".myscroll::-webkit-scrollbar-track]background: transparent; border: 0px;[/newclass]
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[until i've remembered how to pb code, have some old codes i've dug out of archives for proof i could, once upon a time. note: i've half-heartedly fixed-up some of the coding for these templates. they are not the same as they originally were if you've seen them before. [break][break][break]
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[googlefont="Open Sans Condensed:700"]
[newclass=".myplot"]width: 315px;[/newclass]
[newclass=".containgirls"]width: 642px; display: grid; grid-template-columns: 1fr 1fr; grid-gap: 5px; margin: auto;[/newclass]
[newclass=".girlnames"]display: grid; grid-template-columns: auto 70px; grid-gap: 5px; width:315px;border:2px solid #0D0D0D;height:70px;overflow:hidden;[/newclass]
[newclass=".myscroll"]height: 200px; padding-right: 5px; overflow: auto;[/newclass]
[newclass=".myscroll::-webkit-scrollbar]width: 5px; background: transparent; border: 0px;[/newclass]
[newclass=".myscroll::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background: #0D0D0D;[/newclass]
[newclass=".myscroll::-webkit-scrollbar-track]background: transparent; border: 0px;[/newclass]
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MALAI
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High up, crowning the grassy summit of a swelling mound whose sides are wooded near the base with the gnarled trees of the primeval forest, stands the old chateau of my ancestors. For centuries its lofty battlements have frowned down upon the wild and rugged countryside about, serving as a home and stronghold for the proud house whose honoured line is older even than the moss-grown castle walls. These ancient turrets, stained by the storms of generations and crumbling under the slow yet mighty pressure of time, formed in the ages of feudalism one of the most dreaded and formidable fortresses in all France. From its machicolated parapets and mounted battlements Barons, Counts, and even Kings had been defied, yet never had its spacious halls resounded to the footsteps of the invader.
High up, crowning the grassy summit of a swelling mound whose sides are wooded near the base with the gnarled trees of the primeval forest, stands the old chateau of my ancestors. For centuries its lofty battlements have frowned down upon the wild and rugged countryside about, serving as a home and stronghold for the proud house whose honoured line is older even than the moss-grown castle walls. These ancient turrets, stained by the storms of generations and crumbling under the slow yet mighty pressure of time, formed in the ages of feudalism one of the most dreaded and formidable fortresses in all France. From its machicolated parapets and mounted battlements Barons, Counts, and even Kings had been defied, yet never had its spacious halls resounded to the footsteps of the invader.
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[attr="class","girlnames"]
ANYA
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High up, crowning the grassy summit of a swelling mound whose sides are wooded near the base with the gnarled trees of the primeval forest, stands the old chateau of my ancestors. For centuries its lofty battlements have frowned down upon the wild and rugged countryside about, serving as a home and stronghold for the proud house whose honoured line is older even than the moss-grown castle walls. These ancient turrets, stained by the storms of generations and crumbling under the slow yet mighty pressure of time, formed in the ages of feudalism one of the most dreaded and formidable fortresses in all France. From its machicolated parapets and mounted battlements Barons, Counts, and even Kings had been defied, yet never had its spacious halls resounded to the footsteps of the invader.
High up, crowning the grassy summit of a swelling mound whose sides are wooded near the base with the gnarled trees of the primeval forest, stands the old chateau of my ancestors. For centuries its lofty battlements have frowned down upon the wild and rugged countryside about, serving as a home and stronghold for the proud house whose honoured line is older even than the moss-grown castle walls. These ancient turrets, stained by the storms of generations and crumbling under the slow yet mighty pressure of time, formed in the ages of feudalism one of the most dreaded and formidable fortresses in all France. From its machicolated parapets and mounted battlements Barons, Counts, and even Kings had been defied, yet never had its spacious halls resounded to the footsteps of the invader.
